We have the best deer. Really.

I took the photograph Tuesday night, from the garden behind the Bishop Hotel. “So what?” you say, “She’s just lying there.”

Let’s pan out.

She is on the hill up to the right. She is listening to the jazz, Johnathan Doyle and friends, first time this year playing outside on Tuesday night. She has at least one fawn, too. I spotted it in the garden on the other side of the band. Mom deer came behind the band, stopped and considered whether the jazz was up to her standards or not, and then she went to the hill. The fawn stayed hidden, back to the left of the dancers.

Mom deer stayed close to keep an eye on everyone and she listened to the jazz.

We really do have the most sophisticated deer.

Maybe next she’ll dance or try the saxophone.